Leah closed her eyes and rested the cold metal of the gun on her head. It was always this way when she finished a mission. Going back to a dark old room, washing the blood off her hands, and contemplating the life she just took.
"Don't think I won't do it, Luka." I could feel his heaving chest breath in time with my racing heart. "I can snap her neck without a second thought." "What do you want, Edward?" Luka growled, a fire in his eyes. "I want your information, brother. I've been trailing Kenya for almost 5 years. She won't break." He gave a bitter laugh. "She has too cold a heart." But it wasn't his insults that made the pit of my stomach feel hollow. It was the word, "brother".